Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mexico and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Blues Magoos to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick May,
Talk Talk,
The Remains,
Thompson Twins,
Whodini,
Prince Buster,
The Neon Judgement,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unrelated Segments,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiohead,
The Cramps,
The Golliwogs,
Deadbeat,
The Fortunes,
DJ Sneak,
U.S. Maple,
Crash Course in Science,
Saccharine Trust,
the Bar-Kays,
Warren Ellis,
Marine Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacques Brel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül II,
the Fania All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moleskins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yellowson,
Faust,
John Holt,
Eden Ahbez,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wolf Eyes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Five Americans,
Josef K,
The Velvet Underground,
John Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Barracudas,
Arthur Verocai,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.